After three long, life-changing years in Japan it was time to say goodbye. Japan will always be there, but how and when I lived cannot be repeated. Its the first time I’ve ever really felt bitter-sweet about my past. The fact that I cannot step back to my Japan life is painful, but only because the memories are so filled with joy. So many people and experiences touched me in ways I’ve yet to fully comprehend.
There is something easy to understand however, and that being the two brothers I was attached to while in Japan. Ezra, James, and I proved to be a solid team. There wasn’t anything we didn’t share: an adventure, a beer, and even a bed were split graciously among ourselves. Often the best times were had sharing stories of what we got into while away from each other. One story we didn’t want to have to tell was our last. Our time had come to fly out of Japan together and have one last adventure together.
This won’t be a retelling of anything in particular. Just a few highlights and some of the better pictures of the first week